AFTERMATH Part Second of _A Kentucky Cardinal_ by JAMES LAKE ALLEN Author of _The Blue-Grass Region of Kentucky_, _Flute and Violin_, etc. 1899 Dedication This to her from one who in childhood used to stand at the windows of her room and watch for the Cardinal among the snow-buried cedars. I I was happily at work this morning among my butterbeans--a vegetable of solid merit and of a far greater suitableness to my palate than such bovine watery growths as the squash and the beet. Georgiana came to her garden window and stood watching me. "You work those butterbeans as though you loved _them_," she said, scornfully. "I do love them. I love all vines." "Are you cultivating them as vines or as vegetables?" "It makes no difference to nature." "Do you expect me to be a vine when we are married?" "I hope you'll not turn out a mere vegetable. How should you like to be my Virginia-creeper?" "And what would you be?" "Well, what would you like? A sort of honeysuckle frame?"